Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Move,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.